A TRIBUTE to the KING

Mary, Mary Quite Contrary

Samantha gave me a quick, sharp look.
“Would you mind watching me masturbate?”
“I wouldn’t mind,” I hazarded.
“Good! It’ll turn me on and get me off,” she chirped, guardedly searching my face, “I’m already wet thinking about it.” She brought glistening fingers to her lips and winked at me as she licked her own juice.

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